Well, my soon-to-be-ex is probably the best proof: I'm a Heartless Bitch
because I am divorcing a once-vibrant man who's gained over 60 lbs.
during the past 8 years, has gone absolutely off the deep end about
Star Trek and sci-fi and UFOs, refuses to go out with me anymore [he
actually said "That's just when you're getting to know somebody-- it's
not something you KEEP doing!"], demands that we MUST have children
since HE'S turning 40 this year, picks his foot fungus in the living
room, and many more gross and irritating things too numerous to mention,
and I've HAD ENOUGH and am leaving, so of course the only obvious
conclusion here is that since I'd leave a prize catch like this one
then it could ONLY be because I'M a Heartless Bitch, right?? He does
not think he is at all to blame. If I stayed with this man I might as
well just write WELCOME across my face and lie down on the front porch.
....NOT QUITE MY STYLE!! [Hey, I like that line...hmmmm...]
See, I used to be a Nice Woman. It's how I was raised. And it was nice
to be Nice. Until one day I looked around and noticed it's gotten me
Nowhere. And if there's one thing I hate more than being Nice, it's
being Nowhere. At that moment, something snapped within, and is never
going back into place. In karate class we are taught to "awaken the
Giant Within" -- I think I have awakened the Bitch Within. And the
results have been amazing.
Whenever I do or say something gutsy, candid or independent, I notice
the women in my life applaud and my [soon-to-be-ex] husband calls it
bitchy and my male supervisors call it insubordinate. [Still feels good!]
...Oh, I can still be Nice sometimes--but now strictly on MY TERMS...
Yes! I want to read more from Real Life Heartless Bitches
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